The Final Five

By Carissa Andrews

A witch, an angel, and an oracle. Three souls with one destiny: Find the Final Five.

 

I don't know why I thought finding the final five protectors was going to be easy. Wishful thinking, I suppose.

 

As it turns out, it's going to take more than I ever thought possible.

 

Not only do we need an oracle with some kickass gifts, but we have to work with her requests to even get her on board.

 

If this doesn't work – well, let's just say, nothing else will matter.

 

The darkness is coming for us all.

 

 

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Author Revolution, LLC
• Release date: Jan 17, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393971993

Book preview

Prologue

THE AWAKENING for me happened quickly. It also happened excruciatingly slow.

After years of struggling, wondering what my purpose was—feeling like I was missing … something—everything suddenly became painfully clear. It was like the light switch had been flipped on and it was the cue I was waiting for.

The human race is flawed—it has always been. Which is why we were all in need of being awakened, I suppose.

We didn’t know it at the time, nor did we appreciate the gravity of it all. We were merely vessels lying in wait.

It's funny how you can go your whole life questioning your worth, to suddenly find yourself not only with purpose, but on the precipice between good and evil. Or being the bridge between creation and destruction.

I remember the first inklings, when in my mind, I began to realize I was different. The year was 1999—again, another precipice, I suppose.

I was twenty-one and for the first time, I was awakening to my inner soul’s cries. I'd never felt fully comfortable with traditional organized religion, yet I still felt a spiritual calling. It was an ironic juxtaposition, to be sure. At least for a confused teen growing up in the heart of the United States.

There was too much hypocrisy for my liking, and I couldn’t understand why so many people flocked to it. It was the camaraderie, I figured. Actually, there’s quite a bit of truth to that assessment.

As part of my coursework for college, I'd found myself in a comparative religion class. Within the first day, I knew I'd learn more about humanity's spiritual similarities than I ever had in all my years in Catholic Sunday School. They were all, in one vein or another, cut from the same cloth—not vastly different and worthy of fighting over.

Throughout the twelve week course, I studied everything from Christianity and it's variations, to Judaism, Islam, Buddhism, Hinduism, Satanism, and even Wicca. There were many more, but they were merely touching points in a tapestry woven to share the same message—regardless of the name its followers prescribed to.

I'd often look at the faces of those in the class, wondering if they felt the same profound shift I did. Their blank, often bored expressions told me they were more asleep than they were awake. In more ways than one.

My soul blossomed from there and I dived into embracing a side of myself I hadn't realized was missing … my inner love of the Goddess. Wicca became my voice for the injustice I saw in the world—and the hypocrisy inherent in modern religion. Mostly, for the unfortunate way women were treated. But in the way it led to the rise of avarice, power-hungry men, and their desires to exploit women, children, the poor—just about anyone really.

Yet, as much as I turned my back on any relationship I had held with the divine masculine, I knew I was out of balance. One could not exist without the other. Each energy needed each other in tandem—the way a child craves the attention of both parents. It was the way I craved the attention of the divine.

While Wicca isn't Goddess worship, excavating her story stole my attention for a while. I learned as much as I could; swallowing all of history, mythologies, and stories I could manage. I needed to make up for lost time.

I studied Buddhist teachings, meditation, and how the present moment is central to pulling yourself out of a world of lack, anguish, and pain.

Later that same year, I had another awakening. It was the year The Matrix came out. While many look at the movie as a classic now, at the time, many people didn't get it. Seems odd now, perhaps. Especially as technology has changed and evolved. It’s easier to see the correlations now. But at the time, computers were just making their impressive nature known. There were no smartphones. Websites were rudimentary at best. We had to wait minutes to dial into the internet and if you were connected, no one could use the telephone. It was torture.

Yet, the concepts provided by the movie bewildered many who couldn't grasp the psychological nuances technology could bring to humanity. I remember being so surprised that at twenty-one, I was having to explain to my elders why The Matrix was so profound. Why it resonated. What it even meant. Why it should be a warning, or a wake-up call. Or at the very least a great philosophical discussion for those wanting to dive down the rabbit hole.

To this day, it still gives me goosebumps as I relate to the subconsciousness undertones and possibilities of an existence it offers. Because they were true.

In 2001, after moving back to my tiny hometown, I found myself drawn to healing work. I don’t remember exactly what caught my attention, but I remember stumbling on a local Reiki group. I